There’s always a Diane in the family tree. Mine was Annabelle, who was my moms sister. She didn’t like it we didn’t put Aunt in front of her name. Somehow she was just Annabelle. She had a personality as big as the moon and a laugh that sounded more like a cackle. She died young but lived hard. Our family is scattered about and a reunion is out of the question with this one and that one disapproving of each other. What a blessing you still have annual reunions. Great story 😊